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Oct 2018
Teardrops fall like blood
shattering the floor with puddles of pain
as the gates open, unleashing the flood
pain roles, knives slip, blood pours from the vein.

Red round rubies drop to the floor
screams well up
Soon the pain will be no more
dropping to the floor, like a newborn pup.
Written by
Meghan Watson  F
(F)   
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     Yann and Tejasvni Dhir
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